Torture your fellow Dopers ....

… with songs they’ve tried most of their lives to forget!

(Some of the posts in the temporarily hijacked “The Night Chicago Died” thread gave me this idea.)

So, without further ado …

Him, him, him
What’s she going to do about him?
She’s going to have to do without him
Or do without
Me, Me, Me
No one gets to get it for free
It’s time for me to make the girl see
It’s me or it’s him

“You should tell the truth, expose the lies and live in the moment.” - Bill Hicks

I once had the chorus of Lionel Richie’s “All Night Long” running through my head for days. I wanted to sue him for invasion of privacy.

If it jams, force it; if it breaks, it needed replacing anyway.

Her name was Lola! She was a show-girl…


There she was just walking down the street singing do wa ditty ditty dum ditty do

I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.

“Billy. Don’t be a hero…”

When someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles to frown. But it takes only 4 muscles to extend your arm and whack them in the head.

We had joy,
We had fun,
We had seasons in the su…acccckkk!


I’m Hen-ary the Eighth I am,
Hen-ary the Eighth I am I am,
I got married to the widow next door,
She’s been married seven times before…


OOgah chockah, OOgah OOgah
OOgah chockah, OOgah OOgah

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’m hooked on a feelin’!

OOgah chockah, OOgah OOgah
OOgah chockah, OOgah OOgah

[ouch! ouch! hey, those tomatoes hurt!..]

Mambo #5
“a little bit of monica in my life
a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need…”

I could kill that man with my bare hands, and then I would quickly follow with my own death since I at one point (after hearing the song 3 or 4 times) liked the stupid song.

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what I assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.” --Whitman

“In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy.”

Under the boardwalk…

This is the song that does not end
it just goes on and on my friend
some people started singing it not knowing what it was
and they’ll continue singing it forever just because
This is the song that does not end…

(with abject apologies to Lion and Ayesha)

“The lion sleeps tonight…weema-wappa weema, wappa-weema…the lion sleeeps tooonight…WEEMA-WAPPA WEEMA”

“And we’ll have fun, fun, fun 'til her daddy takes the T-bird awaaaay…” (shoot the girl, the daddy and the car, in that order.)

And the most grating, godawful, fingernails down a chalkboard non-musical anthem:
“If you’re sooo haaapy, then why you looook so saaad…” Manages to make throat-straining excess boring.


My secret weapon to get a much-hated ditty out of my head is to play my old ELO “Eldorado” LP & listen to “I Can’t You Out of My Head”. Works a treat.

Now if I just had a trick for getting rid of it…

Sue from El Paso

Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.

You are aware that I must kill you now, Angkins?

This is just for OldBroad:

Honey, I miss you,
But I’m doing good,
I’d love to be with you,
If only I could.

Catrandom, singing “Under the bo-o-oardwalk/down by the SEE-ea…”

::helping Kat kill Angie for that evil song…::


Whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa! The right stuff!

Oh my god. I was searching for the lyrics for this song so I could make you all hate me even more when I found this!

God save us all…

What I tell you three times is true.
The Hunting of the Snark.
Lewis Carroll

Ha-ha! My evil Revenge!

puts in earplugs and presses button

Don’t tell my heart
My achy-breaky heart…

radio explodes